But I know nothing of such matters and will not discuss them.
"I remembered also that Mr.Holly was acquainted with this place, for he had mentioned it to me on the previous day, asking if the stones were still uninjured as they used to be when he was young.

He added also, and the remark struck me, that yonder was where he would wish to die.

When I answered that I feared he would never take so long a walk again, I noted that he smiled a little.
"Well, this conversation gave me a clue, and without troubling more about the footprints I went on as fast as I could to the Ring, half a mile or so away.

Presently I reached it, and there--yes, there--standing by the cromlech, bareheaded, and clothed in his night-things only, stood Mr.Holly in the snow, the strangest figure, I think, that ever I beheld.
"Indeed never shall I forget that wild scene.

The circle of rough, single stones pointing upwards to the star-strewn sky, intensely lonely and intensely solemn: the tall trilithon towering above them in the centre, its shadow, thrown by the bright moon behind it, lying long and black upon the dazzling sheet of snow, and, standing clear of this shadow so that I could distinguish his every motion, and even the rapt look upon his dying face, the white-draped figure of Mr.Holly.